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Thursday, March 8, 2012

Pretense

Come One! Come All! The experience of a lifetime awaits!

Jerry read the tasteless billboard ad from the comfort of
his office chair. Every year the Masquerade Ball blew into town on the tail
skirts of the Catskills Circus and every year a tacky slogan advertising the
event stared him in the face from across the street.He'd never attended. He couldn't be seen at
an event as sissy-like as that; not a tough guy like him. But this ad was
different. As he ogled the billboard it became clear to him, this picture was
more sensual, sexy and erotic than any before it and the theme this year was to
hide your identity behind a grotesque mask, not a frilly, pretty or handsome
one. There would be dancing, gourmet food, alcohol, gorgeous men, women, and
sex, lots of uninhibited hot sex. On the stroke of midnight, not before, the
masks would come off revealing the identities of those in attendance. He
started to think he just might have been missing something. That perhaps this
year he would attend and find out once and for all what all of the fuss was
about.

"If you are looking for a costume sir, we are sold out.
Haven't had one in stock in over a week," the sales girl announced the
moment Jerry stepped inside of the one shop in the entire town that sold
costumes.

"You are joking? Is everyone in this God forsaking town
attending this event? "He shouted.

"You did wait until the last minute to buy your mask.
The ball is tonight sir."

The sales girl did recall one mask a customer returned,
complaining about its over exaggerated grotesqueness and discomfort when
wearing it. In spite of his rude behavior, she offered it to Jerry.
"Well-I do have one sir. It was returned earlier today."

"I'll take it!" Jerry exclaimed.

"You might want to take a look at it before you commit
to buying it sir. It's kind of eerie and all sales are final you know?"

"Yeah right, like I have so many to choose from,"
he hissed.

The sales associate retrieved the mask from under the
counter. As she proceeded to open the box, Jerry snatched it out of her hands.

Jerry tossed forty dollars on the counter."Doesn't
matter, I'll take it," he insisted, as he spun on his heels and was gone.

Later that evening as he prepared for the masquerade ball,
Jerry admired his reflection in the mirror.
It's too bad I have to conceal such perfection, he thought smiling as he
opened the box containing the mask. Whoa!
That bitch wasn't kidding. This is one ugly mask. Well, the ladies will be very
happy to see what lies beneath it after the unveiling.

Dressed in a pair of tight fitting Diesel denim and a black
silk button up shirt, Jerry strolled into the packed ballroom. As far as his
eyes could see were scantily clad women and men wearing snug trousers lending
little to the imagination, all adorned with grotesque masks.

Let the games begin,
he thought as he approached a petite woman dressed in skimpy black spandex,
wearing a malformed cat mask.

"Are you taken?" he inquired.

"I am now." She took Jerry by the hand and led him
onto the dance floor. It didn't take long for Jerry's arrogant, self-absorbed
chauvinistic personality to shine through but by accepting his advances she was
doomed to be with the bastard until the end of the evening. She could only hope
he was a good lover.

By ten o'clock, nearly all of the guests were entangled,
naked and participating in the most erotic sex acts they'd ever experienced.
Jerry peeled his sex partner's spandex off her as if she were a snake shedding
its skin. He stripped, freeing his engorged member to the delight of his
partner. Before kneeling and taking him into her mouth, she purred like a
kitten. He thought it strange but lost all train of thought as she worked her
magic on him. He didn't believe there wasn't a thing she couldn't do with her
skilled tongue.

He allowed her to play as long as he could but as he felt
his release nearing, he yanked her to her feet, backed her up against a wall
and drove his hard length into her. Although certain he did not have the
stamina to perform for very long, their cat and mouse game lasted until the
clock began to strike midnight, at which time they both collapsed from pure
exhaustion.

"Judgment day has arrived. Look upon one another, see
yourself through the eyes of others and the truth shall be revealed," the
magistrate of the ball announced, tearing his mask from his handsome face.

Jerry stared at his prize of the evening as she revealed her
true self to him.She was stunning, long
auburn hair and green eyes. Without a doubt the most beautiful woman he'd ever
laid eyes on. Shortly he would come to realize that beauty was not merely skin-deep
for it was now his turn. He smugly tore the mask away, stunned by his partner's
reaction as she stumbled backward screaming. As he tried to help her, she
yelled at him to stop, to get away from her. She called him a monster. Confused
by her response he hurried into the bathroom. As the announcer bellowed loudly,
he gazed into the mirror, his now grotesque image staring back at him.

Poetry

Quinn Cullen

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I am a multi genre author. My writing includes paranormal romance/erotica, horror and poetry. A long time New England resident, I feel fortunate to be living in an area that affords me the privilege of all four seasons, enjoying the fringe benefits the different climates have to offer. In awe of its overwhelming brute force and mystique, my favorite place on this wonderful earth is by the ocean.